The twinkling stars like glittering gems Guiding voyagers, inspiring philosophers The sublime horizon at dawn and dusk Blackish blue, Pink and tangerine hues The majestic mountains like titans stand With crowns of white, an awesome sight The mighty river, the great life giver Meandering her way to a briny abyss The endless ocean; its blue horizons Of abundant bounty; of great voyages The blooming meadows where cattle graze Where maidens play; where poets gaze
Do these wonders not make you ponder - Can such beauty exist, without an Artist? Can a poem ever exist, without a poet?